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Date: Wednesday, 21 July 2010 15:11 (UTC)
So it was a superficial scent, like a perfume? Shouldn't it get weaker with time?

"I'm glad that you know so much about healing," Rose answered, touching her left collarbone with her fingers, "but I'm sorry that your powers were taken away."

Her eyes wandered over to one of his wings and her nose was itching with the wish to bury it in those feathers to determine their real scent. She inhaled deeply and caught a whiff of something else without being able to immediately place it.
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